Preparation for Death, 20

In anxious agony of doubt,
Who shall the dying sinner save?
Afraid my sin will find me out,
And sink my soul beneath the grave,
To whom can I for refuge run,
Undone, eternally undone?

My only Hope, in sad despair,
Expiring hangs on yonder tree!
His speaking blood's effectual prayer
Is heard all-prevalent for me:
His blood resounding through the skies,
Mercy, unbounded mercy, cries!

His blood has bought the general peace,
His blood has purged my guilty stain,
Has sign'd my guilty soul's release,
And brought me back to God again,
Who makes in Christ His goodness known,
And gives me to His dying Son.

This, only this, I stay to know,
And feel it in my sprinkled heart,
I then with calm affiance go
To see Thee, Saviour, as Thou art,
Thy shining scars, Thy face to see,
Whose death is life, is heaven to me.